Ding dong the bells are gonna chime

Last night I had a very peculiar dream that I had been forced to dump Loco in order to marry my gay cousin.

There was a huge engagement party with all my family and friends where my cousin presented me with a box in the form of a frog and the ring formed the part of the eyes. It was unspeakably ugly. And all the time I cried because I didn’t want to marry my cousin and Loco wouldn’t have me back.

The chances of this particular dream coming true are highly unlikely but I woke up a bit traumatized.

Loco and I have had little chats about getting married lots of times and it’s no secret (to him) that I would like to get married before I hit 30, a couple of years before 30 preferably (apart from my own selfish reasons - I don’t want any wrinkles or fine lines in my wedding photos, I would also like my grandparents to be able to see me get married and time is definitely running out for those guys) I also want a good 18 months to plan. That would mean he would have to propose sometime in the next year for things to go to plan. (Ha! All this says the girl who always said she was never gonna get married and that marriage was for losers, how things change)

He generally skirts around the issue especially when his family members ask if we’re going to get hitched he generally replies, “No, I don’t want to get married ever” and the like. I just like to assume he’s joking (Please God, let him be joking) and that he says these things to wind up his mother who is just gagging for us to get married and like any boy he likes to go and do the opposite to what his mother would like. Gah.

However, on Saturday we decided to get a nice bottle of white to have with our lunch at home and as we raised our glasses to clink them, I asked what we should toast to

Note Loco’s reply:

“To the wedding!”

Me: “What wedding? OUR WEDDING??”

Loco just sat there grinning…

Maybe you need to start watching this space… Maybe I need to start buying Bride magazine. Agh! Maybe I'll secretly start planning just in case he thinks he can get away with less than 18 months preparation. I read an article about women who plan their weddings without even having a boyfriend! Well at least I'm past step 1... Agh I'm bridezilla already and it only took one comment from the Loco.

Anyway more strange comments from Loco insinuating that he does in fact want to get married to come shortly.

Ugly Betty

So being in Spain I don’t have much access to English TV especially now I’m living with Loco and I no longer have digital and the FOX channel. Sob.

However, I have found ways to get round this such as www.tv-links.co.uk, www.youtube.com , buying DVDs from www.play.com (free delivery to Spain if you pay in Euros) and of course downloading the odd program from my old friend who wavers on the line of illegality, emule.

The latest show I’ve been hooked on is Ugly Betty – I know, I know I’m so behind – but anyway I watched the season finale last night and completely unaware of what was going to happen, (what? I don’t get Heat out here) and oh my – I cried for so long. With my earplugs in watching the final scene sobbing my heart out little did I realize Loco had been observing me for a good 5 minutes and was absolutely pissing himself while I wailed “it’s just sooo sad, so sad” which in turn made me snort a half laugh/half snotty sob and just made him laugh all the harder.

I am now excitedly awaiting the return of UB on US TV on the 27th September and I hope to be the first in downloading it for my viewing pleasure.

In other news only 3 more sleeps until my holiday!!

Loco's girlfriend is a twat

Finally we have had the builders come round to look at the apartment and give quotes for the refurbishment of the apartment. It still probably won’t be done until some time next year but it’s a start and while that goes on I am purchasing things to fill said apartment.

I so far have a whole array of useful items including an icecube bucket and a spaghetti measurer, not to mention useful things such as plates and saucepans.

The whole planning the design of a house thing is very exhausting for my poor non creative brain so I’m glad that next week I am off on holiday to (insert secret destination here). Yay.

Last weekend I bought my first ever pair of walking boots and an anorak, sexy. Loco bought a basket ball – he says if I won’t play sport he’ll bring the sport to me, eugh. Luckily I got out of this one – because I fell over at work. AGAIN. Flat on my knees. Now they are very sore. On top of this I have to live with the humiliation that I fell so hard and made such a bang that everyone ran out from their desks to see what elephant had magically fallen from the sky. I am such a clumsy twat at times.

Butterflies

I always wondered how I would I feel when I saw Ireland again.

Well now I know. After a few days of fretting I decided that I would go for lunch with Ireland, nice and innocent, middle of the day, limited time visit. Perfect.

When I received a random one word message from him at 09:45 in the morning I suspected my plans had gone awry. I bet he’s just going to bed after having been up all night drinking I thought, no matter, he’ll just be a little hung over. I decided not to leave the office until I was sure he would be waiting for me if he was there at all. This turned out to be an excellent plan as when I rang a sleepy, still in bed voice answered..

“Hello?”
“Hello. Where are you?”
“In bed. What time is it?”
“13:30”
“shit shit shit. Didn’t you get my text?
“The random one word text at ten o’clock this morning?”
“Yeh.. it was meant to say.. can we meet after work instead?”
“I can’t today. I’ll get back to you later about tomorrow”

I called him back later that evening and arranged to meet the following day after work along with a mutual friend

Walking to meet him there were thousands of butterflies in my tummy, it had been a good 18 months since I had last seen him and I really didn’t know what to expect from myself when I saw him. I arrived a couple of minutes early and he managed to be on time (amazingly). We hugged a biiiig hug and then we headed down to an Irish bar for a drink (where else). Who else should I come across in the bar but Kaiser chief guy, so typical.

My friend turned up a little late and we all gossiped about old times, it was nice. No desire to kiss him, sleep with him or move to Ireland. Three good signs.

When it was time to leave, we hugged twice, and I felt a little teary eyed, but then I cry at wedding videos of people I don’t even know, so don’t take that to mean anything.

And so I am pleased to announce I am over my Ireland phase. I hope that we keep in touch but I no longer harbor secret desires to have little Irish babies. Result.